Cooking, a term used by an old tutor at Art School. The time when an artist looks like they are doing nothing bar making cups of coffee and tidying up, but there's something quietly cooking in their hearts and minds. It's different to the emptiness, that can stretch for months, called 'a block', that's terrifying and painful.
What should I do to prepare? Shall I work from my pretty room, under the trees, with my cafetiere and little cat for company or should I go out into the world where at least I shall meet people? But the world is too loud for me.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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